(verse 1)so i hate when i talk to my boy from pen and he acts like cuz’ you forgotten me!i ain’t got time to sh*t let alone come check you bludyou know i’m her propertyright now i’m in europe fu*king up sh*tmore than the economyso when you land you know i got you properly

(chorus)i bring my people through it, everything idoyou reckon me i pop wid’ youahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaayou a snitchin’ little bitch and you lovesingin’ to the blueswell this song wasn’t made for youahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa

i’m comingi’m comingfor youaaaahhaai’m comingi’m comingfor you

(verse 2)yo, f*ck so good make a b*tch wanna find mewanna rolex ring wileywhen i was a bum, no-one really liked menow its time someone went a got a new job for tiniei’m only playingi’m just saying i’ll sh*t so hard i’m constipatedoverworked, underratednow my tings poppin’ off, no gun relationgrind all day but i ain’t roller bladingall eyes on moi, harder babyno love for the ex, on night no tea toweltell kelly i’ve got that motivationi beg, someone find max online and let her know i wanna smash her from the backsarah jane come give me brain and put them big red lips on my sack!i’ll be killin’ cause i’ll be getting bredhard doe, number 1′s all day on the chart showso f*ck you and your 90 track mixtapethat’s a million bars of arseholemy flows are wrecked and it opens legsits fly than a motherf*cking jumbo jetwhat a selfish b*stard, no respectyou know dapz, no regretsi still roll through my hood and i wear my chainf*ck a top boy scorcher and bashy can’t do the samereal recognized, reaaaalllhow many albums have you sold today?i ain’t saying nuttin’ way not kanyebut i’m living life on the runwayif your nice, i’ll be like ‘welcome on board my brudda, say bye to gun play’king of the jungle, hardest can be, i dare you to let your chick party with meim tarzan and im hung like a treeimagine if your new born pops out looking exactly like moibanter, but on the real get her on pampers because i’ll be on the tour bus getting pamperedi heard simon cowell thinks i’m a little w*nkeran i’m getting on his tits like cancerand i don’t wanna start mentioning nameswhere they all now? there bankrupt!joe mcelderry, oh what a stand up!alexandra, pull your socks up!where you hits at? you ain’t no winner!i feel bad cause your voice is amazing but your careers getting raped by a masonthat sh*t f*cking upsets me, cause it don’t get me, try bring them near mecoming round with your hand out, wanting a hand out, ahhhh that’s too politicali don’t care about a bentley, gucci or a fendi, mans living in a spaceship!you got clapped by a, bang! your girl got mad by a bang! that smooth criminali’m a product of my environment i ain’t sayin’ me and you are any differenti’m just planning an early retirementi don’t mean sorry when i say i’m going kingstonevery mans welcome to fly long distancewe be on the beach with weed man winston!plus i’m the craziest ting out the united kingdom

(chorus)i bring my people through it, everything idoyou reckon me i pop wid’ youahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaayou a snitchin’ little bitch and you lovesingin’ to the blueswell this song wasn’t made for youahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa